“I am calm,” John snaps, leaning on the door to glare out at the dark streets around them.Sherlock’s not said where they’re going; all he knows is they came off the ring road to the west of London and have vanished somewhere into the depths of Berkshire. All he knows is that he’s been trussed up in a suit that wasn’t hired from anywhere and if brought new would edge up into the triple figure margins.“Be calmer,” Sherlock advises, with a trace of irony. “We’re going to a party.”
This fic has it all; action, suspense, and romance. It forces John and Sherlock to talk as they otherwise never would and uses a case to pull them out of their status quo and push them toward something new.